Song Zhiyu and Lu Ji originally thought that the distance between them was as far away as the North and South Pole, but it was not until many years later that they realized that they only had one step to take.
"That was supposed to be my last day in London."
The air in London is always accompanied by the smell of wet cold rain. Song Zhiyu sat in a coffee shop by the Thames River, quietly watching the rain winding down under the window. I don't know how long it took, but when I was about to get up and leave, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure. In a trance, it seems that I have returned to the summer more than ten years ago, which makes me feel sour.
Intention: Only today, only this sentence, only this sentence, when the plums are ripe, the gardenias are fragrant. ——"Poetry of Mountain Dwelling"